Love In A Life - Poem by Robert Browning

Room after room,I hunt the house throughWe inhabit together.Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her---Next time, herself!---not the trouble behind herLeft in the curtain, the couch's perfume!As she brushed it, the cornice-wreath blossomed anew:Yon looking-glass gleaned at the wave of her feather.

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Yet the day wears,And door succeeds door;I try the fresh fortune---Range the wide house from the wing to the centre.Still the same chance! She goes out as I enter.Spend my whole day in the quest,---who cares?But 'tis twilight, you see,---with such suites to explore,Such closets to search, such alcoves to importune!